Occupied by My Contracted CEO Husband

It’s over, it’s all over, it’s going to be found out.

And the smile on Noah’s face deepened as he began to anticipate the man pushing out the door.

Yet, nothing happened.

Apparently Liam had gone out from the first floor.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

A moment later, Noah’s expression showed a hint of anger, “You won, huh?” He smiled and looked at the woman beneath him, who had begun to spasm violently and was soaked to the skin; her body was flushed red, which was clearly a sign of having just had an orgasm… He finally made her give in but was a step too late, was that God’s preference for her?

Ava’s consciousness was nearly blurred, after hearing these words, but the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile, she won, really won…

White almost transparent face, with fragrant sweat-soaked hair fit on her face, telling the wretched despair after just being abused, that was the face of that despair, but blossomed with a smile from the heart, but her gladness was not for him, yet for another man.

Noah’s eyes narrowed dangerously, he had never had the urge to strangle a woman so badly, but instead of that, he went even more feverishly predatory.

He wanted her, not just physically, wanted her to give in, to submit, to let her know that he was the only man who could touch her.

The sun was still shining, but the torture still continued endlessly… until the sun sets in the west…

The empty and dilapidated house had all kind of old stuffs, old windows, doors. The whole room on the floor was filled with some unwanted scraps left by the previous family, and he was in such an environment, a series of three hours to make love with her. Her body was so weak and she didn t remember how many times she fainted, muddled, as if dreaming, finally, the torture was over.

She lay helplessly on the ground, on his trench coat, like an angel who had fallen to the earth, without an clothes, but bare and spotless.

The wet hair, fitting on her thin, almost knife-like delicate face, her eyes lost, in the dark space, reflecting the slanting sunlight spilling in through the window, aesthetically almost breathtaking.

Noah gazed at her body, another glimmer of desire coalescing in his eyes, only to be suppressed by his icy coldness.

He had never been so mad to want a woman, but also for the first time in this place is not a five-star hotel or presidential suite for several hours in a row to want this woman. Even he himself is unbelievable that he would take the value of a good multi-million-dollar trench coat so flung in this dilapidated empty house facing demolition, as a bed? Was he angry to crazy?

Noah dressed in his own white shirt and pants, and stood by her side fully clothed.

Ava stared at the man in front of her who had abused her every time but stood there in a dignified manner every time and could not help but mock.

It’s over. This time, it was finally over. Her self-esteem had been tortured to the bone by this superior man, but today she could live without it anymore.

Thinking that, Ava struggled to support herself and picked up the T-shirt that had long been torn.

“Wear that trench coat.” Looking at her wretched appearance, Noah s voice remained icy-cold.

Ava, however, as if she had not heard of it, picked up the T-shirt that was already unclothed and put it on, and put on her jeans, enduring the aches and pains in all her limbs.

Staring into Ava’s desperate and empty eyes, a shade of gloom flashed through Noah’s eyes.

Wearing clothes that she could barely wear, she brushed past him as if she no longer knew him, not even looking at him. Her legs were weak with each step, but she didn’t want to be in the same space as him for a minute.

Noah, however, did not turn around as if he didn’t care about anything, but pulled a cigar from his pants pocket and lit it with his head down until he heard her push open the old security door.

He exhaled his cigar smoke and spat out a name with a cruel smile on his lips, “Jack Wilson, terminal lung cancer, patient of Lilac Hospital Room 305, chemotherapy cost USD 4080 per day… …”

Hearing her father’s name, Ava’s steps stopped abruptly and she looked back at the man whose back was turned to him in shock “You, how did you know…” How did he know about her father? How did he know about her father? Could it be that he knew them?

“Of course I know, a woman who owes me USD 50, 000, do you think I will let her go without finding out what she is?” He turned around mockingly and faced her, obviously handsome as the breeze like the gods under the ghostly face, but so evil, the coldness in his eyes showed, not giving her a moments leeway.

She, why did she mess with such a man?

She blushed slightly and finally took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say to him, “Sorry, I remember, I don’t owe you any money now.” So, he was in no position to say she was a whore.

“Oh? Really? But I’d like to know how long $100, 000 will last for your father’s $4, 000 dollars a day in chemotherapy. Ava, you’re just a college student working part-time after school for less than $1, 000 a month, so how are you going to raise money for your father next time? So it looks like you’re going out every day – selling.” He once again took a leisurely puff of his cigar smoke.

But it easily shattered Ava’s hopes.

Yes, she almost forgot how much money her father needed, and how much she could earn even if she fought for her life, without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

“Selling.”

What a cruel word, was she going to sell herself as an object, again and again?

Money, in the end, how far would she be forced to go?

“No, I forgot, you do not even have the conditions to sell, selling also needs a place, if you still sell in such a house, once – 50 bucks? Maybe by then, you do not eat and sleep all day to sell, in a day you can not earn $ 1, 000 it. ” Noah said while mockingly looking at the empty old house. The look was endlessly contemptuous.

Ava clenched her palm in a death grip, her nails almost sinking into the flesh. And her body stiffened and trembled slightly.

Was he implying that she was only worth 50 bucks after all she had just endured?

How could he be so cruel? How far did he have to trample her self-esteem?

She bit her lower lip and stared at Noah, her eyes full of unyielding, but withholding all the trembling.

It hurt, it was a heartbreaking pain, she used to be a strong person, but he was as cruel as the anatomical doctor, with a willow blade, to cut away her self-esteem piece by piece.

“Even with a place, I told you that $1, 000 isn’t even worth it with the bad skills you have now.” Noah was swallowing her like a wolf step by step, making her lips turn purple.

He was so evil, but stood there spotlessly, full of evil, but with the face of an angel, he stood there, as if there was an insurmountable gulf between them, making her feel more and more insignificant.

“But I have a good idea, it’s better than you going around selling and manning up.” He, towering over her, looked down on her, so condescending, so contemptuous of her existence, as if he had the world at his feet.

She only felt small and seemed only able to have her self-esteem taken away by him over and over again. But she was eager to know what his solution was, and if there was really a glimmer of hope, she was willing to do anything.

“Instead of selling everywhere, how about letting me keep you?” As he spoke, he had daintily dropped half a cigar, stepped on it at his feet, and twisted it out, as if he was crushing it along with everything she had, leaving her with no way out.

No! She didn t want it at all! This man was the devil! She didn t want to live with no self-respect anymore! She wanted to live with integrity!

Her lower lip was once again scarred by her bite, a line of blood from the previous one, so shocking, but so striking, proof of her unyielding.

And Noah felt even more insane for saying such a thing.

He had a big truck of mistresses, there was no need for keeping this malnourished young girl, perhaps, just because she had a similar face with someone he hated to death, he had not played enough…

It was a whim to keep her, but this was his reward and kindness to her; she was the first woman that he offered to keep…

However, she was worth it, because she had the expression that those women who worshiped gold and lust did not have so that he got the urge to destroy all of her again and again.

“I refuse!” She couldn’t bear to clench her fist and roar at him, her body shivering with intense anger as if a – broken flower that didn t want to bend even in the face of the storm.

She locked eyes with him! Finally, as the tears she could not hold back were about to fall, she turned and fled, running upstairs with all her strength.

Noah’s eyes became as dark and ghastly as an ancient well the moment she turned to flee, feeling a murderous rage at Ava’s insensitivity.

“Bravo Ava! What a bold woman! But wait, you’re bound to get to me soon or later.” The man’s voice, like a ghostly curse, echoed in the hallway, an echo overlapping, drilling into her heart.

No! She definitely did not want to be someones mistress! Even if she d die! She would never do that!

Tears recklessly flooded down. She couldn’t tell the end, but only endless pain and sorrow occupied her…